The Billionaire's Secret Quartet

At thirty years old, she knew she couldn't just think about herself.

Her racing heart calmed, and her gaze slowly shifted towards Alaric. He was on one knee, a gesture of pure devotion, holding a small, red velvet box in his hands. Inside, a diamond ring sparkled, catching the colorful lights around them, shining like a beacon of love at its brightest.

Yet, the sight pricked at Hertha's heart. She held her breath, mustering a smile, and extended her hand towards Alaric, her voice clear for all to hear, "I accept..."

With those words, a collective sigh of relief washed over the crowd. Alaric was over the moon, the glint in his charming eyes unmistakable with joy. His earlier nervousness transformed into pure elation as he quickly took the ring from the box, slipping it onto Hertha's finger with earnest care.

He gently lifted her hand, pressing a tender kiss to it. This moment, framed by a backdrop of lush roses, was captured by the event photographer, a perfect picture of happiness

a shiver through Hertha, a jolt that ran straight to her heart. Despite her attempts to keep her distance, her

kiss, applause erupted, louder even than the music playing. Hertha, brought back from her turmoil, noticed everyone's eyes on them. She

whispering in Hertha's ear. Hertha blushed, and before she could retort, Alaric positioned himself behind her, a

father of my children. My being a bridesmaid today is just a favor due to

standing behind her. His intense gaze landed on Hertha, his grip on her hand tightening. Emmeline's father seemed much more at ease, though he looked to Emmeline for